Weekly weigh-in: 208.7
Total loss: -83.3
Sometimes, I hate stepping on the scale.
There’s that moment when your thoughts race back to all those times during the week when you snacked a little more than you intended, chewed on a little more of what you shouldn’t have than you should have.
There’s that tiny instant when you think back on those workouts where you couldn't quite muster your best effort, those times when you didn’t quite give it your all.
As for me, I think back on those days in the past when I worked out with relish and ate with a single-minded focus, and hopped upon that scale without a second of trepidation.
I often think back on those days when I was really getting after it and pushing myself to accomplish great things. I look at the story that free-fall of numbers tells and I think "Dayum"...
I had a flashback to those heady days this week, as I ate with precision and purpose. At the gym, the sweat flowed like champagne.
And I worked… and worked… and worked…
And a funny thing happened.
When I went to stand on that scale, I wasn’t the least bit scared, the least bit intimidated.
I had a smile on my face.